Hypercommunication

Satellites are screaming

Calling out for love

The city is a queer now

Can't use this as a hand cream

Well, it just seems so sad now

Is anybody in?

Barbie grabs her gun

I hope she'll have some fun, son

So just hang on to your pillow

Though I could love you so

You will never call me back

For you know that you've been bad

I will never call you back

These things aren't even said

Hyper-communication

Send back all invitations

And he cleans the windows

(Can you sleep without dreaming of me now?)

And she feeds the dogs

(Can you sleep without dreaming of me now?)

And she touches her laptop

(Can you sleep without dreaming of me now?)

And he cuts the parking lot

(Can you sleep without dreaming of me now?)

Veniens flash on your face

Somehow, you look so fine

The rain pours out through the lace

Doesn't make you mine

And then you grab your gun

For I'm the only one

If I had no ego

You would despise me so

Will you ever call me back

For you're scared of being sad?

Will I ever call you back?

These things just drive me mad

Hyper-communication

Send back all invitations

And he cleans the windows

(Can you sleep without dreaming of me now?)

And she feeds the dogs

(Can you sleep without dreaming of me now?)

And she touches her laptop

(Can you sleep without dreaming of me now?)

And he cuts the lot

(Can you sleep without dreaming of me now?)

There goes your mountain

I will climb mine

There goes your mountain

I will climb mine

There goes your mountain

I will climb mine

There goes your mountain

I will climb mine

There goes your mountain

I will climb mine

There goes your mountain

I will climb mine

There goes your mountain

I will climb mine